Hoarse Latitudes

about

About the audio:
If your ideology and worldview should crumble, you will have choices moving forward. One option will be to humbly survey the wreckage, acknowledge your own fault, and experience the harshness of coming to terms with your naivety. The other will be to seek the consolation of a new devotion- a replacement belief to offer emotional comfort and to and fill the void. The former may hurt you. The latter may hurt others.

About the visual (Paul Pelsue):
Abstract vs Representational is the main theme I have chosen to base my work on from studying the song as well as the musical statement. I’ve also used the title of the song to influence the creation of the work

lyrics

Lyrics:
Fuck it. Let your fragrance linger on.
Your conflagrations laying waste to desiccated chaparral.
Forget the places you belong.
Take just what you can carry on your back and leave the corpses with their guns.

Under water. Watching all the thirsty drink up.
Baptized in blood with a fire in my gut.
Flood charisma fill up my lungs.
Dredge the river. Living water. Cinder block son.
This indigent spirit is lost to the stars.
The deluge is ours and the hour has come.

Then I watched you recoil from the rhythm and blues.
Cursed voyeuristic schadenfreude my masochistic muse.
Then I watched you regroup
Like a Teen Beat bodhisattva, steal the spotlight, no one’s laughing at you now.
No one sings that note as sharp as you.

Taste it. Let it slide across your tongue,
Among your teeth, between your beet red cheeks, the piquancy of blood
And note the moment it becomes
Long division, yo soy El Calculadora and I am carrying the one.

No. Please, no, Goddamn. No. Fuck. No.

credits

from Language Burier,
released June 3, 2016
Written, performed, engineered, produced by Alan Goffinski.
Mastered by Adam Wisz.
Artwork by Paul Pelsue.